GRG - hound

by Defiant Hearts Records

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    GRG from Oklahoma City (USA) show up with their first full-length record. Powerviolence with crust influences, some experimental slowdowns as well as sudden melodic parts but most time on highest speed. Exceptional record!

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    50 white vinyl

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GRG from Oklahoma City (USA) show up with their first full-length record. Powerviolence with crust influences, some experimental slowdowns as well as sudden melodic parts but most time on highest speed. Exceptional record!

Pressing info:

150 green vinyl
50 white vinyl

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released August 15, 2012

DH013

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Track Name: Cantanker
Cantanker:
Pebbles fly, teaching waves. Words matter to the hawks. Together off, never soft.
Track Name: Myth Math / Inside Out
Myth Math:
Trapped inside, but no one runs. Drill bits spin in praise to the son. Prosperity of death. He wants none. Thistles, pricks, buds of blood. Take a sniff. Believe in this. Open your palms. Bathe in filth. Bow your head. Open your mouth. This is our end. Embrace the light. Walk on. Feel the spurs of death’s boots crush faith. There’s no way. Accept dismay.

Inside Out:
Inside Out. I'm destroyed on the inside. There is no change in my walk. Nothings wrong. My existence is real. Nothing can cure my feelings. Much pain. No words. My life. Shut down. My whole life. I'm in pain. Braindead. No feeling.
Track Name: Wrought Round
Wrought Round:
How far can you dive? Let me in on the filth. Your lack of care fascinates me. Troubles erased, start the debaucherous race.
Track Name: Hound
Hound:
Blown from a cotton mouth, you form. Nothing is, but you? All rise! Milk and honey won’t quench.... Yes, but they won’t forgive or remember. Relive. Reanimate.
Track Name: Looming Unanimity
Looming Unanimity:
Open palms surprise the strong. Metaphysics fail to sustain. Reason and doubt, thunder and drought. Freaks of space stop all pace. And now you wonder, if you could blunder your way through unanimous law. With a few stops and not one loss, the spheres might start to appear square. And now the Everywhere, chained to a link and broken just at the feet, halts all progress while tending this abscess. Paralysis grabs. Can you still force a laugh? Blaze fire! Freeze all!
Track Name: Store Caught
Store Caught:
Shadows lighten darkening Falls. Our morals drawn from traces of light. Stand upright and kiss the crest. Slip into the dark at the end of the tunnel. Faith, nobody wishes for it. Nobody wants to believe. You got a feelin’. It won’t subside. The cast’s all dead; the director’s gone. Beg now poultry for the blood of the lamb. Truth doesn’t foresee the future. Jagged bones reflect bright lights. Tyranny and fortune; bread and butter. Scrape and bleed, but only on your knees!
Track Name: Hazel's Moat / Starving Hypnotic
Hazel’s Moat:
Professional forces bring high tidings. Mighty and sound, the beast appears. Hiding fruits of danger, he offers the sweetest to the needless and comfortably misunderstood. Slip! Shadows fall back. Crisp cracks fill ears with doom, moreover loneliness. 1, 2, you...just fall apart, alright? Such a claim! Don’t tread, the water’s too deep!

Starving Hypnotic:
Jump off! You’re mistaken by the elders. The ants, they swarm, collecting oral migrants. Membranes peel, and when queens dictate, Never feels closest. Suffocate, but first comes starving hypnosis. Lose. Gone now, bloody salt stains retell time. Years and sense, past fears of this. Jump off! You’re mistaken by the elders.